Seeing that the rest of the convoy of fugitives were slowing down, Kalar hopped off his horse and grunted when he struck the ground. He had released the boy after the battle, but not after taking the small magic book and cutting it in half. The smell of fire was still in his nostrils and caused them to burn. Ignoring this sensation, he walked up to the bald leader who looked like he was in pain. Sighing that the man had not taken the time to recover, he decided to make this quick. He marched up to the man's horse, who was taking a drink, and waited there. He began to gather his confidence, because he never liked initiating conversation, but it seems necessary. 

[b]You need to be taken a look at, young leader, for the road ahead is long and turning, forever throwing obstacles in your path. Is there not a healer in your pack of men?[/b]

He felt the burning sensation start. He started to intake air to ignore it, but he sneezed instead. What happened caused his wound in his shoulder to open up from the lance that had stuck in him. Pain roared throughout his body and racked his muscles, but he still stood straight at the bald man. 

[b]Also, it is time to rest and recuperate. Do not worry about the night; I will stay up watching the stars to know what my future entails. In the few days past, I have done so, watching the very grass be blown from every direction. It seems my path is entwined with this group. [/b]

After speaking his part, he gathered the remains of his cloak and walked away, heading into the darkness where he may recuperate and watch the outskirts of their camp.